When You say go I will go, when You say stay I will stayThe morning sun slowly reached its climb over the tall,thick trees like an emerging flame on a candle wick, growing brighter andwarmer with its ascend. The clouds hovered low covering the sky with whatlooked like cotton balls joined together to form a co...

The night shiftAs I listen to the deep breaths inhaled sometimes in labor and sometimes with ease, I wait for the pattern. The consistent in and out. Slow in, fast out. Sometimes the pattern stops. The breaths grow faint, so faint that I cannot hear. I hold my own breath,...

Cambo, Kiddos, and ColdThere has been so much that has occurred since our lastpost. Of course that tends to happen when we don’t blog for three months. But thereare a few highlights we would like to share. First of all, we had a spectacular time in Cambodia. Wordscannot descri...